“They are buttonhole relations, when the buttonhole breaks, they are nothing”
~ North Longford saying
The flames of war streaked the sky
Death reaped her bounty of those who died
The order was out-slaughter without mercy
Take no prisoners from the losing side.
The sword was wielded, harbinger of death
By it, the enemies quickly died
The slaughter paused in quickness of a sudden
When the buttons on one mans uniform were spied
Why you wear the Wavern Gules
What right have you such appearance to make?
“I wear because I am”, said the other
“Of the ancient and noble family of Drake.
I am, who is on this battlefield before you
At your mercy of your wrath,
Look kindly on your distant kinsman
I am of the Drakes of Drakesrath.”
Spared he was by his distant kinsman
Pardoned he was by a kinsman’s plea
Saved by the Wavern Gules on a buttonhole
That unbroken unites a family across the Irish Sea.